What is your legacy? I share my dad’s legacy and how it has impacted me today.
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You are numbers, logic, and detail. Your eyes are deep, and sometimes when I look into them, I see a galaxy of ideas swirling at light speed. No star in there has lost its light.
I look through your eyes, into your brain, which then whooshes into your heart and soul to a place that is the deepest deep. A deep that is often only expressed through waters that have risen so high, they gush from your depths into the corners of your eyes where they spill out down your white rose cheeks.
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You came from another life and colored our world with your dimpled smile. You are my huckleberry friend, and since your arrival, you have helped us discover the world from which you came.
The old world wasn’t void of sadness, but it was altogether wonderful. A world full of Hudsons, who conveniently lived on the sun. A wonderful world indeed.
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It’s February, and it’s snowing.
Did you know that winter doesn’t end until March 20th? March 20th is the last day of winter. Right now it is February, and by my very premature calculations, we are smack dab in the middle of winter. But from the information I am gathering from the grocery store checkout line, from Facebook, and from that one person I always see at church - it is supposed to be Spring.
Read MoreHe sat in a brown, wooden kitchen chair and I sat on his knee. He slowly breathed in smoke from his cigar and then blew it out in rings that traveled first passed his large nose, then over his large glasses, and finally up and around his white, thinning hair. Then taking a break from his cigar he sings the song.
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